Delicate Need

I am alone and afraid.

My heart is pounding,

Revived and remade. 

His hands are like silk,

Smooth and refrained. 

Stranded on the island together,

I now know we can love wherever. 

My fears are subdued. 

I cannot live without love in my veins. 

If there was no love,

I would go insane. 

The perfect picture, I see,

Is simply just you and me. 

Love, to me,

Is a delicate need.

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